I'm gonnna break your faces!

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.

Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.